My 6-year-old son and I watched ‘Bullet Train Explosion’ on Netflix today.

I know it reads frightfully mundane, but it was actually a momentous moment in our relationship. It was the first time both of us watched something we were interested in. Me, because it’s a Japanese disaster film and I never get enough of how the Japanese work together to overcome unprecedented crises. Him, because it’s about Hayabusa, his favorite Shinkansen.

The magic was as transient as spring sakura. But it lasted for a good 45 mins before he reverted to his original diet of Minecraft videos on YouTube.

Nonetheless, parenting mayn’t be akin to salmon swimming upstream anymore.